After a tiring and stressful pre-trip (organising storage, moving stuff out, cancelling utilities, redirecting mail etc etc etc) I embarked on my journey back to Europe. At the crack of dawn on the 16th of May I kiss goodbye to my flat in the city. Farewell my neighbour who rises at the ungodly hour of 5:30 AM and trudge off to the Skybus several blocks down the street. I pass by a number of early morning comatose commuters and approach the Skybus ticket counter. Will I or won’t I buy a return bus ticket valid for one year. This is the first of thousands of questions I will have to ask myself as I meander across the globe. I’m the last person on the bus which resembles one of Melbourne’s overcrowded suburban trains. It’s amazing how
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